No school today

>> Waikiki

Having gotten a positive photo ID on the last remnant of Te-Wu left on the streets of Honolulu, and having learned the identity and location of the child who was at risk from Te-Wu, HPD Detective Sherlock Gomes reached for his cell. It rang before he could make a call.

"H'lo, Gomes ... Eh, Quinn, I was about to call you ... Yeah, Gwen told me she was going to call you. Eh, as it turns out, I'm sitting here with the lama in his hotel room. They say your wife invited 'em for lunch. Mind if I invite myself along? I'd like to meet this kid ... Absolutely, forget your regular shift today. I'm requesting your services through the FBI Joint Task Force. Stay right there with the kid ... No, no school today, keep her inside. Reinforcements are on the way, OK?"

They each came at police work from different angles. Gomes was the department's ace detective. Much of his work was done between his ears. Quinn Ah Sun rode solo bike, an action guy, as gung ho as they came. But they knew each other by reputation as first-rate cops, tops at what they did.

Gomes quickly called FBI Special Agent David Morita, who was part of the task force. "Our last Te-Wu guy is in photo 7, the guy carrying a big platter of food. Name's Lu Wi. Get that image over to Leitha at CrimeStoppers, ASAP."

Gomes could hear Agent Morita typing and clicking on a computer.

"Done."

"Other thing, we know where the girl is. I'm on my way there now with the lama and some of his friends."

Gomes gave him the address on Lumahai.

"Our guy knows where she lives," he continued. "Sooner or later he's bound to show up. I think Ah Sun and I can handle things inside the house for a while. But why don't you see what you can do about staking out the neighborhood."

Gomes led the way as they headed out, himself, Bodhicita Guzman, Rinpoche Rimshot, the monk Lawang and Michael Tenzin Campbell forming a human shield around the second Lama Jey Tsong Khapa. Not that the lama's two elderly mentors, who practiced non-violence, would be of much good for anything other than stopping a bullet.

Gomes drove the lama and Bodhicita in his classic '68 Barracuda hemi with five on the floor and real Naugahyde seats. Rimshot and Lawang followed in Michael's surfin' safari VW bus.

On the way, Gomes called Gwen Roselovich at HPD dispatch, told her what was happening. "No, we don't want a lot of flashing blue lights," he said. "We want to lure this guy in. The Feebs are staking out the neighborhood."

Not just yet, they weren't. Too bad. Lu Wi was already there.